K'wen

Appearance: At 6’1 some consider him tall. He takes good care of himself eating right and working out everyday when he can which is the reason for his well cut muscular build. Claw mark scars run down his chest to about his waist from when Haimerth hatched tired to climb up him to reach his face.

The number of people who K’wen regularly smiles at can be counted on one hand. When he does smile his eyes sparkle and he can look almost boyish.

It seems as if the years are starting to leave their mark on K’wen. His sable brown hair is brushed with gray at his temples. While he has nice facial features, K’wen often sports at least a day’s worth of stubble on his strong jaw. A permanent scowl always seems to be on his face and his clear blue eyes tend to regard most things with a critical look.

Personality: K’wen is one of the most straight-laced people one could ever meet. He takes his position as a dragon rider very seriously and it shows in his actions and words, and he expects the same from his fellow riders. Those who fail to meet his high standards often find themselves drilling with K’wen until they do. While he can be strict with those in his wing, he will work with them every step of the way to help them improve.

One personality oddity this drill sergeant seems to have is his devotion to his daughters. Unlike many rider parents, K’wen spends as much of his free time as he can spare with the girls. He does not spoil them but he makes it clear that he loves them. He also has a strong dislike of diva acting females and he tends to become shorter tempered around them.

History: Kitwen was born to crafter parents at Benden Hold. His father Ukaytz was a tanner and his mother Geledse was a glass crafter, and they both tended to be more involved with their crafts then with their son. At the age of two Kitwen was fostered to a guard named Arorvin and his wife Nihite, they were strict but fair parents to the boy. Arorvin taught Kitwen to stand up for what he believed in, and to protect those who were weaker then himself. Nihite taught him to be an example to others around him. Often saying, “If you show others you are not above working hard to achieve goals they will more likely to follow your example.”

When he was old, enough Kitwen joined the Hold guard. He took quickly with the training and never complained about standing the hardest watches. It wasn’t until a blue search dragon arrived at the Hold and named the 15 turn old Kitwen as the one he had come to find. He was shocked but after a talk with his foster parents, he decided to accept the chance to become a dragon rider. Kitwen took quickly to the by the book style of Benden, though it would not be until two more turns passed before he would impress the brown Haimerth on the Benden sands.

One of K’wen’s flight partners three turns later was Rolodia a woman who needed constant attention. When it was discovered that she was pregnant after a flight she began to demand more and more of K’wen’s time threatening to abort the child or hurt her self if he ignored her. However after the birth of Avysi Rolodia became upset when K’wen began to lavish more attention on the baby girl then on her, and storms off refusing to have anything to do with the child. K’wen put Avysi in the care of a wet nurse, and swore off having anything to do with diva like women.

Ten turns later, another of his flight partner’s also became pregnant, but the baby came early and the labor was difficult. The baby Vaeatia was weak and had trouble breathing but managed to survive while her mother did not. As she grew, Vaeatia continued to have trouble breathing especially during colder and dry weather. The attacks have been getting worse in the time following his daughter passing her third turn, and healers suggest that in her best interest she needs to be sent somewhere warmer. K’wen made the difficult decision to put in for a transfer to Arolos Weyr, not wanting to break apart their small family.

Appearance: Oh my, what a handsome brown he is, practically gorgeous. Just take a look at his beautiful, sepia brown hide, rippling with a coppery hue that seems to forever indicate his marvellous health and vitality. Like a good blade, this colour will rarely dull and continues even then to linger brightly, remembered, like a waning star. Considering this brown always appears to be in excellent health, this ‘waning’ will be very rare indeed.

Such a beautiful brown…and then to be marred so by that sinister- looking mark, such a shame. However, the darkened patch of hide that stretches up his right foreleg need not be thought of as malevolent, though it will continue to creep right up to his shoulder as he grows, seemingly growing with him, before finally settling. This strange part of his hide is almost a bistre brown, though some slight hint of the coppery hue is present too. His foreleg and eventually his shoulder is and will be the only area of hide that differs from the rest, everywhere else the sepia hide with a coppery tint flows smoothly as water over his perfect form.

His build only makes him more handsome, as he is a perfectly proportioned brown flit, short in length and stout in body. Whilst on the smaller side of average for a flit of his colour, this by no means defines his strength. On the contrary, the compact muscles that ripple down his body suggest otherwise, and they suggest correctly, for this brown holds a strength more often seen in larger browns. His wings are perfectly sized for his body, as are his legs and tail.

Personality: As beautiful within as he mostly is in appearance, this brown’s personality does not suffer from a dark area as his hide does. Instead, the heart and soul of this valiant brown is flawless.

He knows no fear, and will have the courage and nobility of a bronze. Eagerly he’ll dash to protect his pet, with little regard for his own safety. His pet always comes first, if he gets injured protecting them, so be it. Sacrifice is something that this brown takes in his long, courageous stride, and he will not hesitate to when faced with such a decision.

Confidence too is something this handsome brown has an abundance of, though the level falls short just below arrogance. You see, he’s not one to brag about anything, and will take compliments on a surface level, maybe adding a chirp in thanks, simply to be polite. In actual fact, looks won’t matter much to this flit, he finds them simply less important than the calibre of character in a female fire-lizard.

It’s ironic, then, that this lovely brown turned out to be such a beautiful creature…and though he may not dwell on the fact that he’s gorgeous, the ladies certainly will! Is it his build? His colouring? Well, that strange mark only makes him more mysterious, you know! And he’s just so easy to interact with, so willing to help them out all the time! It won’t be uncommon for this brown to have a harem of female flits after his attentions, but the poor ladies won’t find much of their love returned. Flying every female flit that rises isn’t going to be in his nature, and he’ll only be interested in one female at a time, usually a most intriguing green rather than a stoic gold. It’s always going to be the flighty, wilder greens that get his pulse racing, and only a very special lady that he’ll offer his heart to.

Most females will be attracted to him, despite his disinterest in 99% of them, and even human girls are going to find it hard to resist stroking him. Call it a natural allure if you wish, for this brown is going to get a rather large amount of female attention.

A natural enjoyer and bringer of peace, this brown will seek to install harmony between any two conflicting sides, and with passion.

Strangely enough, some of the more tolerant runners in the weyr stables will seem to enjoy his company, and he seems to have an odd affection for the beasts.

He’s an extremely vocal flit when he wants to be, but for the most part is a listener. Only when he feels something needs to be announced does he do so, and loudly, of course. It’s of the most extreme importance, so it must be said in a way that catches attention!

Not that he won’t have all the ladies looking at him already, of course.

Information about K'wen's dragon

Dragon Name: Haimerth

Colour: Brown

Age: 16

Wing (Weyrling Group): CandidateMasters

Appearance: Haimerth is a large brown roughly the size of a small bronze. His coloring is a raw umber brown with brushes of burnt umber across his muzzle and on his wing tips. He is an oddly put together dragon with wings that almost seem to large for his muscular frame and an elegant head that almost seems too small. Not that he minds he actually finds it amusing when someone does a double take when they look at him.

Personality: Haimerth is a calm and relaxed brown. Nothing seems to faze him and he always seems to be a voice of reason even in the most pressing moments. The most difficult tasks seem to come easily to him and he completes them with a confident grace. This ability stems from the constant drilling he and his rider perform in training the younger riders.

Haimerth tends to internalize his stress, letting it build up inside of him until it makes him sick. He has to take a quiet day to just relax and unwind with his rider at least once a month.

Weyr of Origin: Benden

Abilites and weaknesses: An experienced flier with great stamina and maneuverability for his size, Haimerth is a great thread fighter. However, he seems to burn more energy than other browns. To make up for the loss of energy he eats nearly twice as much food as a regular brown, and after the threat of thread has pasted he falls into a deep long sleep for at least a day before he is useful again.